Don’t forget about Happy Hollerpalooza tomorrow!
My dad is a real estate agent and being that there is still a good bit of undeveloped land here in East Tennessee old barns and houses are a regular occurrence in his business. Sadly most people once they purchase a piece of property want the barn and house gone ASAP so they can pop up their what I like to call “Knox Box” which is basically the same house with a few different floor plans and exteriors to choose from.
What was once rolling farmland peppered with rounded bales and 150 year old barns are now flattened subdivisions with 3000 square foot mini-mansions and pools.
It’s sad to me but hey all in the name of progress right?
So, my dad had a client that was having a small farmhouse and barn removed from his recently purchased property and by removed I mean demolished, hauled off and buried forever. My dad asked the client if we could come salvage what we could before the demo started. He agreed and we got there about three house before the house and barn was torn to the ground. I managed to load up some treasures before they were gone forever.
There are two kinds of people in this world, either you are a junker/picker and can see the potential in something or you can’t. One of the things I love most is the look of disbelief on someone’s face when you throw their junk in the back of the truck while your trying to hide your excitement in fear they may read your mind and they too decide that crusty barn gate would make a good head board. They are the same goobers following their wife around a barn sale handing me their debit card to pay for the galvanized bucket she is going to put her Christmas tree in or the potato basket to put her fall mums in. I never tire of that look. Never ever.
Without further adieu:
Yes the pic is blurry but that is most definitely a tree growing out of the barn. It should also be noted that my dad falls into the “I have no idea what you want with this junk” category which I am fairly certain he mumbled no less that 5 times that day.
This is my happy as a pig in mud face.
There was probably a massive Kerosene tank that was loaded after this pic was taken.
Special thanks to my Dad who thinks I’m nuts but helps me anyway.
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